Kenny Chesney - Old Blue Chair lyrics
[Kenny Chesney - Old Blue Chair lyrics]
There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands
It sways back and forth with
The help of the winds
Seems to always be there
Like an old trusted friend
I've read a lot of books wrote a few songs
Looked at my life where it's going
Where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it when
I sit in that old blue chair
From that chair I've caught a
Few fish and some rays
And I've watched boats sail in
And out of Cinnamon Bay
I let go of a lover that
Took a piece of my heart
I prayed many times for forgiveness
And a brand new start
I've read a lot of books wrote a few songs
Looked at my life where it's going
Where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it when
I sit in that old blue chair
That chair was my bed one New Year's Night
When I passed out from too
Much Cruzan and Diet
And woke up to a hundred mosquito bites
I swear got them all sitting right there
In that old blue chair
There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands
It sways back and forth with
The help of the winds
Seems to always be there
Like an old trusted friend
I've read a lot of books wrote a few songs
Looked at my life where it's going
Where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it when
I sit in that old blue chair
From that chair I've caught a
Few fish and some rays
And I've watched boats sail in
And out of Cinnamon Bay
I let go of a lover that
Took a piece of my heart
I prayed many times for forgiveness
And a brand new start
I've read a lot of books wrote a few songs
Looked at my life where it's going
Where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it when
I sit in that old blue chair
That chair was my bed one New Year's Night
When I passed out from too
Much Cruzan and Diet
And woke up to a hundred mosquito bites
I swear got them all sitting right there
In that old blue chair
There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands